I forgot my Notebook at school, so here’s a quick write over something that happened at dinner. Planted this one in another Notebook, too, before bringing it here. This year for SOL, I’m committing to notebooking first, before bringing anything to this blog..
Kids seem to have memories that last longer than the years they’ve been alive..
We chomp over dinner, and eldest-middle child says she once thought she’d marry her younger brother and that older brother would marry older sister. Younger brother says, “And I thought that the Baby would marry the dog.”
… because when his two-year-oldish reasoning (at the time) figured there was no one left.
I depend on my children’s memories to get me through. I’ve told you.. my memory faults me for so many reasons. Know God is the keeper of my memory has let me drift into more important things — priorities, the present moment. But, even so, every time they tell me some miraculous memory from another life (That happened to us? Really? Mama doesn’t remember.. ), I want to tell them with urgency to Write it down, Write it down, Write it down!!
But the teacher part of me wants to rest once I get home, and barely, just barely, I’m beginning to overcome my hesitation to impart what I know are best practices with my own children. We play, you see. And I believe in letting the mind rest for the few hours we have before we have to do it all over again.
It’s their viewpoints I want to remember, what I want to keep. It’s those memories and viewpoints I want them to value over time by putting down those little meaningful details somewhere permanent. I want them to believe, understand and commit to the importance of reflecting on a meaningful life.. among other things…
I’m telling myself now, so I won’t forget: it’s not too late to bring the Notebook habit of mind to my children.